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We sleep close together because of the cold. Sometimes I watch him. He looks different when he sleeps, but also the same. The tension melts from his face, but only mostly. Sometimes his eyelashes flutter. His chest rises and falls with his breath. It is soothing to witness.

One night I press my front to his back and wrap my good arm around his torso. He mumbles something and hugs my arm to his chest. I wonder if he knows it is me, or if he is dreaming of a real woman. Either way, it is comforting to hold him.